Had he rebelled, the teacher would have had no support, but Jerome took his place in the spot indicated, with a grave and scornful patience.

The greatness of his triumph made him magnanimous.

It was clearly evident to his mind that 'Lisha Robinson and not he should stand in the floor, and that he gained a glory of martyrdom in addition to the other.
Jerome had never felt so proud in his life as when he stood there, in his father's old coat, having established his right to wear it without remark by beating the biggest boy in school.

He stood erect, equally poised on his two feet, looking straight ahead with a grave, unsmiling air.

He looked especially at no one, except once at his sister Elmira.